What this means is that something is to be sent to Jian Yiling through the Internet.
"Okay." Jian Yiling agreed.
These men in suits did not stay long, and left after briefly exchanging a few words with Jian Yiling.
But he left behind a lot of valuable gifts.
These gifts are not bad for the Jian family, and people like Wen Nuan, who came from a well-known family since childhood, have seen a lot of them.
But Jian Yiling just had a cold, and the other party was so generous, making his identity suspicious.
Someone who can give something away like this must have a big background.
Wen Nuan was confused. Looking at her daughter's young but obviously weak face, Wen Wen was worried that she had been deceived.
So I sent a message to my husband and eldest son on my mobile phone, briefly explaining the situation, hoping that they would investigate the origins of these people and ensure that their daughter would not be harmed.
Jian Yiling soon received the emails sent to her by those people.
It's a video.
The video scene is He Yan’s study.
It was taken by a hidden camera.
This was installed the last time these people sneaked into He Yan's house to steal videos.
Not only has the study been installed, but many other places have also been installed.
The video only has pictures and no sound.
But the picture was enough for Jian Yiling to know what happened in He Yan's study last night.
Jian Yiling quickly sent a message to Jian Yujie.
But after clicking on the dialog box, I don’t know what to say.
Jian Yiling had no experience in dealing with this situation.
After thinking for a long time, Jian Yiling said:
[How are you?]
After a while, Jian Yujie replied to Jian Yiling's message:
[I'm fine, just take care of yourself.]
If it were Jian Yujie in the past, the content of his reply would never be like this.
After a while, Jian Yujie sent another message:
[sorry.]
Just three words and no reason.
A line of words appeared in Jian Yiling's mind:
A nineteen-year-old boy committed suicide by jumping off a building for unknown reasons.
In the original work, Jian Yujie died when he was nineteen years old, earlier than Jian Yiling.
Jian Yiling suddenly lifted the quilt and got up from the bed.
"Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you? Do you need to go to the toilet?" Wen Nuan asked hurriedly.
"Discharge."
Jian Yiling was already getting dressed.
"You're not recovered yet. The doctor said you have to be observed for two more days just to be on the safe side."
Nuan Nuan hurriedly stepped forward to stop Jian Yiling.
Jian Yiling had no intention of stopping.
"I want to be discharged from the hospital." Jian Yiling's eyes and tone were extremely firm, and his actions were decisive.
"Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you? Can you tell mom?"
Nuan Nuan was a little frightened by Jian Yiling's reaction and didn't know what happened.
"It's okay, let's leave the hospital."
Jian Yiling returned her warmth while packing her small backpack.
Then he sent a message to the person he just contacted:
[Borrow someone.]
[Okay, those people just now are still at the entrance of the hospital. I asked them to wait for you.]
The other party's reply was very decisive and clear.
"I'm going out, you go home first." Jian Yiling told Wen Nuan.
After saying that, he ran outside the hospital.
"Xiao Ling! Xiao Ling, you're not recovered yet, you can't run around."
Nuan Nuan quickly caught up.
Jian Yiling ran to the door of the hospital and got directly into the car of several men in dark suits who had just come to visit Jian Yiling in the ward.
One of the men opened the door for Jian Yiling respectfully.
Nuan Nuan quickly caught up with her, and as soon as she got closer, the car drove away.